I wake up to warmth.
It's not just the physical warmth of another body pressed against mine.
It's something that settles in my chest and makes it hard to breathe.
Marcus is still here, naked in my bed.. And so am I.
His arm is draped over my waist possessively, his breath fanning the back of my neck.
For a moment, I let myself imagine what it would be like if this was normal.
If I woke up like this every morning.
If Marcus was mine and I was his without all the complications.
The thought should terrify me.
Instead, it feels... right.
I turn carefully in his arms, not wanting to wake him yet.
In his sleep ,he looks different…he looks young and less guarded.
His face is relaxed and I find myself reaching out to trace the line of his jaw.
God, he's handsome.
I have always known
